His purring turned growly, aggressive, nearly panting in her ear. He pressed his forehead against her hair, leaning hard into her touch. If she'd just wrap her hand around his horn, he thought that he would like that, rub at his scalp and pull at it a little.
So good, the way she'd gone soft all over, not-quite-limp to let him take her. That subtle difference in the way she moved between trying to get away and trying to get more – he'd identified it, now, why he liked one kind of squirming better than the other. Caught up in the moment, he forgot his foray into cynicism, basking in the feeling of having conquered her utterly. The intoxicating arousal of believing that she enjoyed being the source of his pleasure in this way, wanted his cock stretching her open and marking her as his.
He'd thought that he couldn't want her more than he had when she'd a mouthful of cock, but she proved him wrong when he pulled out and she whined. Would she do it again, would she whine and beg and seek him out?
He wouldn't be finding out, because he hadn't the strength of will to slow down. Not when she keened, a subtle contrast to her earlier noisy yowling. She gripped his hair, holding on to him now. She was practically riding him with the way she rocked, filling him with victorious pride and a foreign sense of affection. Those long thrusts from before were too slow, the head of his cock moving faster and faster over those last three inches of her, usually stopping short but not always.
Even that little bit of self-control was difficult.
He roared, but it was a strange and clicking roar; he let her neck go, but wrapped his arm around her, his hand gripping her shoulder and his forearm pressed against her throat instead. His other arm had wrapped around her waist, his feet pulling her ankles further apart where they knelt, his wings curling around them both. He'd buried himself as far as he could safely manage as he'd started to climax, holding her entire body close against his so she couldn't possibly move or seek the slightest respite. His cock twitched again, and again, pumping her full of cold until it dripped out onto their thighs and the floor beneath them. His roar settle to a rumble, a full-body vibration to match the way he shuddered, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.
So good, the way she'd gone soft all over, not-quite-limp to let him take her. That subtle difference in the way she moved between trying to get away and trying to get more – he'd identified it, now, why he liked one kind of squirming better than the other. Caught up in the moment, he forgot his foray into cynicism, basking in the feeling of having conquered her utterly. The intoxicating arousal of believing that she enjoyed being the source of his pleasure in this way, wanted his cock stretching her open and marking her as his.
He'd thought that he couldn't want her more than he had when she'd a mouthful of cock, but she proved him wrong when he pulled out and she whined. Would she do it again, would she whine and beg and seek him out?
He wouldn't be finding out, because he hadn't the strength of will to slow down. Not when she keened, a subtle contrast to her earlier noisy yowling. She gripped his hair, holding on to him now. She was practically riding him with the way she rocked, filling him with victorious pride and a foreign sense of affection. Those long thrusts from before were too slow, the head of his cock moving faster and faster over those last three inches of her, usually stopping short but not always.
Even that little bit of self-control was difficult.
He roared, but it was a strange and clicking roar; he let her neck go, but wrapped his arm around her, his hand gripping her shoulder and his forearm pressed against her throat instead. His other arm had wrapped around her waist, his feet pulling her ankles further apart where they knelt, his wings curling around them both. He'd buried himself as far as he could safely manage as he'd started to climax, holding her entire body close against his so she couldn't possibly move or seek the slightest respite. His cock twitched again, and again, pumping her full of cold until it dripped out onto their thighs and the floor beneath them. His roar settle to a rumble, a full-body vibration to match the way he shuddered, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.